Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.